Jasper County Democrat, Volume 10, Number 50, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 14 March 1908 — Humor [ARTICLE]

Humor

WHY MEN GET ANGRY. The Facts In Regard to That Nioe Little Game at the Goitts*. The Joneses, Mr. and Mrs., went over to spend the evening with the Goitts the other evening, because people get tired of staying at home all the time and just listening to each other’s palaver. By and by Mr. Goltt suggested that they all draw up around Mrs. Goltt’s little sewing table and have a nice friendly game of poker for an hour or ■o. Everybody wanted to show that he or she was a sure enough sport, all rightski, and then one always has an Idea at the beginning of a poker game that Just as like as not he can make the evening profitable a* well as merely pleasant Mrs. Goltt and Mrs. Jones were about even in their working knowledge of the great national game, and the men folks therefore backed them up cheerfully, assuming that they would break about even. After a half hour or so of play the visitors took the lead, as the sporting editor might say. It was only a penny ante, five cent limit game; but, then, people have been known to clean up a first rate little bunch of pin money in even such a juvenile game as that, and Jones already had his chips stacked up into four cute little cylinders in front of him. Mrs. Jones would reach over and borrow ten chips or so now and again, and a momentary frown would flit over her husband’s brow, but he didn’t say anything. By and by Jones took notice of the fact that Mrs. Jones was reaching over into his subtreasury vaults and picking up chips half a stack at a time and putting them into the pot as fast as she could meet Mr. Goltt’s bets and raise him back again. Mr. Jones looked at her when he saw his hoard of chips disappearing in a way that inquired plainly, “Are you sure you’ve got it on him?” “Got a straight!” whispered Mrs. Jones when she found opportunity to whisper without being observed, and Jones gave her a look that said, “Go as far as you like,” for straights had been pretty good that evening, and the pot, after the way it had been sweetened, looked worth while. Finally Mr. Goltt called her. “All I’ve got is three ladles,” he said in a tone of polite Inquiry, laying down his hand. “Well, I have a straight,” gurgled Mrs. Jones; “see—queen, king, ace, deuce, trey!” Mr. Jones gave her a look that told her something was amiss before Anybody had time to say a word. “Why, the ace comes after the king, doesn’t it?” she inquired. “And doesn’t the two spot come after the ace and the three spot after the two spot? I’d just like to know why that isn’t a straight!” Mr, Jones watched Mr. Goltt rake in the pot and didn’t say anything—not Just then.—Cleveland Plain Dealer.